Page 131 of Five Days to Be Mine

“Princess, I asked if you were ready?”

“Yes Sir,” my voice wobbles. “I like it when you call me baby.”

Fear and excitement war with me and I don't know how to get comfortable on my hands, naked and waiting for him.

“I like calling you it,” he rubs his mouth against my shoulder.

I hear a squirt, the sound of palms rubbing together.

“Oh!” I gasp as I feel Evan’s finger circle my anus. Hot shivers roll across my skin.

“Breathe, princess.”

I exhale the pent up breath I didn’t know I was holding.

Evan’s finger slides into my opening and it feels intrusive and hot and good.

He makes a circling motion and my mind goes blank.

A needle fine wave of pleasure, that starts from my centre, spreads out and threatens to take me down, I gasp and realize I’m making little mewling sounds.

I feel another intrusion, as Evan adds another finger, and I relax to the touch, closing my eyes as I am swallowed in this wave of pleasure.

My skin turns warm, then cool, and warm again and grows hot as Evan settles behind me, his hands on my hips, his cock hard and thick against my opening.

“Bare down. Breathe. That’s it, that’s a good girl.”

His praise coaxes me to relax and I feel his hard length slide into me, slowly, until he's seated and I'm rocking beneath him.

The needling sensation is grabbing all of my attention.

My mewls are drowning out whatever Evan is saying as he starts to rock his hips, thrusting in and out of my most sensitive hole.

But I close my eyes, and give over to all the sensations, my thoughts stalling.

It’s just a grouping of hot pleasurable sensations.

My breath coming out in gaspy mewls, Evan rocking above me in growly pants. It’s wonderful and feels dangerous and hot and all too much.

I feel like I'm going to come apart from the inside.

“You feel so damn tight my cock never wants to leave this hole.” His voice is like gravel and I claw at the mat. It does me no good but I move forward under him and he picks up his pace, pounding me, taking what he wants.

My head swims with the sound of roaring blood, pleasure too intense for me to ride, but it shatters me in little pieces, as if I am separated from my body. I love how his body feels above mine.

A muscled wall of heat, enveloping me. Keeping me safe. Ramping up my pleasure with every rock.

“Good girl,” he moans above me, his hips thrusting, his cock pounding into my flesh. “Mara!” he yells my name and my heart explodes as he releases in me.

Both of us stay where we are, catching our breath.

Evan dislodges himself, rolls to my side, drapes his arm over me, and kisses me.

“You’re amazing, princess.”

I can’t speak over the sobs in my throat.

So many emotions are coursing through my body, as if they all need to expel and those tears are back, rolling down my face.

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